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Birth Name: Shih Wu-Cheng _{(family name)} Daiyu _{(given name)}
Goes By: Dali Wu-Cheng

Allegiance: Vault 81 (estranged)
Occupation (former): Vault Radio Host, Scavenger
Occupation (current): Vault Exile, Scavenger, Traveling Radio Host

Race:
100% unmutated Human!

Sex:
Trans*, MtF

Age:
34

Companion(s):
Cvrie (Miss Nanny)

Inventory:
Traveling radio equipment
Pre-war clothes & Jewelry
Silenced 10mm pistol

Appearance:
When out and about, away from home and outside of the Vault, Dali wears expensive pre-war dresses, jewelry, and light leather protective gear. The dresses typically resembling oriental evening gowns instead of the more common summer dresses of the wasteland elite.

Dali, at home in vault 81, wears a standard Vault jumpsuit, with some slight modifications. On her feet, she wears comfortable matching slippers, as opposed to those garish boots, the cuffs are rolled up to allow (gasp) some of her ankles to be shown. Her sleeves are rolled up high on her arms, bunching up around her shoulders. She keeps her front zipper rolled down just far enough to give the illusion of a sizable bust, without exposing the falsity of that reality.

She maintains a near constantly perfected appearance, following several hair and make-up routines, as well as keeping her nails polished and painted and the few accessories and jewelry matching. Due to scarcity of such non-essential beauty products in the vault, she has learned to improvise with which products she uses, and experiments in order to maintain her consistent image. Some would liken it to witchcraft.

Lastly, as someone raised against the unquestioning nature of typical Vault citizens. Dali was skeptic of the Pipboy 3000, and it's ability to potential give the Overseer to view all her vital at any given time. So for her 10th birthday, she opted to receive a wrist-mounted Pipboy 2000, with no biolink.

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Personality:
Dali is just as much a progressive thinker as her parents. Already having a Chinese heritage that would raise eyebrows, her subversive attitudes regarding authority, capitalism, communism, and her philosophical waxing nature in general have almost certainly placed her on the Overseer's watch-list. She is smart enough to know that the radio is not the place to broadcast these views, unless she'd like to be assigned to the trash crew quicker than she could check the time on her 2000. Although, she is known to occasionally let her bias slip when delivering the news or current events.

Generally, she is slow to anger, and carries herself with a gentle, sophisticated demeanor that speaks of what she thinks without filter when she is around those she is comfortable with. She is someone who might talk for an hour about those subjects others may find 'pretentious' or 'absurd' with ease. Being completely comfortable with contemplating the asinine and appreciating outer beauty. Although she doesn't like to admit it, she is vain, and shows flares of materialism and occasional hypocrisy within her own philosophical and anti-authoritarian views, as well as an extreme sensitivity to her gender identity.

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Biography:
Dali's life was about as exciting as as you could expect of someone with dysphoria, raised by a couple of new-age retro-hippies, trapped underground with a bunch of people who had a general cultural disgust towards all things Chinese. To avoid the glares of her peers, and more often than not, her peers' parents, Dali mostly avoided those her age. For a long time, she was that quiet Chink boy sitting in the corner. Her only friends growing up were her parents, her teacher (who was also a self-proclaimed 'free-thinker' and friend of her parents') and the people on the radio, who sang of the loneliness she felt was reality at times.

Her mother, a musician, instilled in a young Dali the value of music and her father, a painter, the value of art. By the age of 15, she was something of an accomplished mixed medium artist, and capable of expressing her own ideas and perspectives eloquently to groups of her parents' friends.

Of course, at 16, she completely flunked the G.O.A.T.

But her in with the teacher landed her a position as an intern for the Vault P.A. and Radio system, and as the years passed, she began to dedicate herself to her work and examining her own life in adulthood. By 17, after years of being uncomfortable and presenting as overtly feminine already, Dali begun her transition. Being generally unnoticed by the Vault proper already up to this point, her transition was relatively painless.

The Overseer wouldn't allow a change to her birth certificate, but she started going by the name Dali, in a sort of tribute to the surrealist artist. Her parents' circle of friends, holding a few chemists and doctors were able to synthesize a few bootleg hormones under the Overseer's nose and conduct a few 'back alley' surgeries quid pro quo-- the quality of which would never match full pre-war cosmetic capabilities. But from then on, she felt more complete as a person-- even more so after becoming the official host of the Vault Radio a few years later.

Years passed, and Dali's life was relatively calm-- she of course, was always a bit of a nuisance for the more conservative Overseer-- but the pair settled into something of a 'friendly rival' relationship. With Dali playing unauthorized music she had found on a scavenging trip in the wastes or airing a story that made the Vault Leadership look bad, being punished, and eventually going right back to it.

This changed when the Sole Survivor entered the scene.

Rising tensions in the Wasteland caused Vault 81 to become more secluded than before. Factions grew within the Vault, with some wanting to close their doors to even traders, and other wanting to actively seek protection from the Brotherhood, the Institute , or even the Railroad. Violence escalated in areas around the Vault, and although the Sole Survivor never stepped foot in the Vault, in his mad quest to find his son, the question was always there. "Would he kill us all?" Overseer McNamara and Dali's relationship became strained. Dali was a rabble rousing journalist, causing people to ask unnecessary questions-- McNamara was an ineffective leader who couldn't even procure basic resources for her citizens--

The breaking point, coming around the time of the great battle of the factions, was the illness of Austin Engill. The idea of a mole rat infestation was enough to get some people seriously rebelling, while McNamara failed to find the root cause of the illness of the child, Dali dug around, reading documents on the Overseer's terminal, coming to the conclusion that Vault 81 was bigger than anyone had known. Broadcasting her truths across the Vault, without a hero to step up for the life of the child, Dali herself was able to organize a group to go address the mole rat problem and find a cure--

This truth practically drove the Vault to civil war. Dali, and many in her party, contracted the molerat disease that was largely benign to adults, to save the life of the boy. Also uncovering a Miss Nanny unit by the name of Cvrie, she took something of a liking to the scavenging radio host, and the two have been companions since-- with Cvrie synthesizing purer hormones for Dali, and Dali bringing Cvrie along in her expeditions for more music.

At this point, The Overseer wanted people gone-- but couldn't simply have a hero such as Dali removed from the Vault forcefully, people wouldn't allow it-- the woman had become a hero, saved the life of a boy, and uncovered an entire new living space for the Vault residents. So, when the call to send people to not only prevent the Brotherhood from returning, but also to ensure a steady supply of fusion cores-- a resource the Vault needed-- it become obvious what she needed to do.

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Name_
Curie/Cvrie _{(Contagions Vulnerability Robotic Infirmary Engineer}

Allegiance (former or current)_
Vault 81 _(former)
The greater good, through SCIENCE! _(current)
Shih Wu-Cheng Daiyu "Dali" _(current)

Race_
Modified Miss Nanny

Sex_
Modified female programming (Miss Nanny)

Age_
Well over 200 years

Inventory_
Bowler Hat
Built in armaments and utilities _{(such as the condensation collector)}
Many of Miss Wu-Cheng's vital supplies _{(hygienic, cosmetic, medical and hormonal synthesizers, changes of garments, sleeping bags, etc.)}

Backstory_
fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Curie

Name: X8-11

Allegiance: The Institute

Race: Generation 3 Synth

Appearance:



Sex: Male

Age:

Physically X8 appears to be about 30 years old, but it's debatable how long he's been in operation. (Do synths age..?)

Inventory:

Courser uniform
Sunglasses
Scoped Institute laser rifle
2 automatic Institute pistols
150 fusion cells
Stealth Boy
Stimpak
Courser chip (Duh)

Backstory:

Like all gen 3 synths, X8 was created by the Institute's robotics department. The SRB quickly took notice of his intelligence and physical capabilities, and he was put through the brainwashing program known as courser training. Soon, the synth found himself to be an emotionless killing machine working in surface operations. His primary objective was to track down and kill Railroad agents, and he was fairly good at this - Until fully losing connection to his superiors during one operation. Quick investigation revealed that the Brotherhood of Steel had wiped out the entire Institute. X8 wanted revenge, and he wanted it badly..

Name: Joseph "Joe" O'Connor

Allegiance: Gunners (former)
Unaffiliated Mercenary(current)

Race: Human



Sex: Male

Age: 30

Inventory:
Apparel

• Dirty T-shirt, jeans, boots
• Full Gunner armor set, though the green paint is mostly faded and the Gunner symbols have been scratched away
• Military rucksack, worn on back

Weapons

• Semi-automatic combat rifle with reflex sight and bayonet, slung over abdomen when not in use
• 9mm pistol, unmodified, kept in hip holster
• Two combat knives, one kept in sheathe located on chest, and one hidden in boot

Misc.

• 5.56 ammunition, 50 rounds
• 9mm ammunition, 20 rounds
• One fragmentation grenade
• Two stimpaks
• Alcohol (One bottle of whiskey, one bottle of vodka)
• 450 bottlecaps

Backstory:
Joe used to be a Gunner. He didn't take pleasure in the job, but it was something he was good at. That, and it kept caps in his pocket and booze in his belly. Things were going fine in the Commonwealth, he had been stationed in a more populated area. That meant there was almost always an income of food and caps, given willingly or otherwise. Until one day, a new recruit opened fire on a lone passerby, under no orders to do so. What came next could only be described as a massacre. One man took on what was basically a fortress, and came out mostly unscathed. The stranger took everything of value, leaving the once thriving station desolate. Joe alone survived because he was out on patrol, thus the meager supplies he now carries.

Afterward, Joe denounced the Gunners, angrily scratching the symbols off his armor. They were supposed to be elite, yet they were taken down by one man. Joe then became a wanderer himself, mostly shunned by civilization, due to the armor, which still looked like the standard Gunner green. He took what jobs he could get, he wasn't picky. He couldn't afford to be. One week, he might be saving a child for weeping parents, the next he could be taking those same people into slavery. As long as he got paid. And Joe always made sure to get paid.

His latest job was the protection of a wealthy traveling merchant. At one of his stops, he overheard a conversation about something that came over the radio. Someone was recruiting travelers from all over the Commonwealth, something about stopping the Brotherhood's return. Joe was ambivalent towards them. He was human, after all, and not hoarding forgotten tech. But the mission was apparently going to be risky, and risky meant a hefty payday. So, once his contract with the merchant expired, he set off in search of who put out the call.

Personality:
Joe is reserved, and values strength. He doesn't communicate much, except to negotiate a contract or bark orders when they pertain to the safety of his client. He is quick to dismiss someone who shows signs of weakness. While not particularly intelligent, he maintains a cool head under pressure. He thrives in the battlefield, making shrewd use of his supplies. Not prone to making friends, because caring about others in battle makes you sloppy, and being sloppy makes you dead.

Name: Lucilia Seraph

Allegiance (former or current): Brotherhood of Steel (Former), Vault 101 (Former)

Race: Human

Appearance:


Sex: Female

Age: 30

Inventory:
Pneumatic PipBoy 3000 “Vault Breaker”- Essentially, a fusion of a pipboy and a powerfist. It is more compact yet delivers the same punch, as well as functioning as a pipboy all the while. One of Lucilia’s masterpieces. It can deliver a heavy crushing blow with enough force to dent combat armor, which is more than enough to break someone’s bones. Additionally, the impact surface has miniature telsa coils, delivering an electrical shock with each strike as well. It may induce a short term muscular paralysis in biological targets, but the purpose of the coils is to be used against machines and robots, overloading their wiring or otherwise melting through sensative inner electronics.

Microfusion Hyperbreeder Liberator - A recharger pistol similar to the MF Hyperbeeder Alpha. Unlike the Alpha counterpart, the Liberator had been made with a larger charge capacity (I.e. “magazine”) and being more compact while maintaining it’s automatic fire and rapid self-replenishing ammunition. The downside however is that the Liberator is not nearly as powerful per shot as the Alpha version, and only slightly stronger than the standard recharger pistol.

Multipurpose Machete - It slices, dices, stabs, and saws. Roughly 20 inches in length, this sturdy blade is an essential tool for surviving in the waste, and a valuable weapon against the likes of raiders and mutants.

Grenade Launcher - Lucilia’s main firearm. Lacking the precision to use firearms well, she instead relies on explosions. Can hold up to four shots at once.

40mm Rounds (4) - Standard explosive rounds for a Grenade Launcher.

40mm Rounds Pulse (2) - Specialized explosive rounds that release an EMP burst instead of shrapnel. Highly effective against machines and power armor. Capable of inducing temporary paralysis in biological targets caught in the blast radius.

40mm Rounds Incendiary (2) - Specialized explosive rounds that create an intense fiery explosion. If it does not melt through anyone caught in the blast, they would still be coated in a phosphorus chemical that will continue to burn them for quite some time. It’s main purpose is to melt through armor and metals, though it’s obviously quite effective against biological targets as well.

#4 Buckshot (4) - Specialized rounds that do not shoot a grenade, but are actually buckshot that can be fired from Lucilia’s grenade launcher. Lucilia relies on these in close quarters.

Vault Suit - A standard blue jumpsuit. Lucilia’s differs from others in that she had purposely removed the numbers from where her suit came from.

Leather Armor - Light leather pieces of armor to provide Lucilia some protection, but more importantly, pockets.

Glasses - Prescription glasses Lucilia needs to help her see. They are in pristine condition, largely due to Lucilia’s own efforts to maintain them. The glasses have transitional lens, allowing them to darken in bright lights, giving her the appearance of wearing sunglasses.

Jet (4) - Lucilia has grown to like Jet and keeps a stash of them on her person at all times. While she tries not to waste them recreationally, you can be certain that she will use them in combat. She knows how to produce her own Jet and often does whenever possible. She continues to experiment other, new ways to improve jet on her off hours.

Canteen - A sturdy metal flask to hold liquids. Durable enough to survive gunshots, getting smashed by a supermutant, and dropped into a vat of FEV, all while leaving the contents inside crisp and fresh.

Backstory: Lucilia was a Vault Dweller. She was born in Vault 101, all the way back at the Capital Wasteland. Her vault was under the control and ownership of the Brotherhood of Steel, and it’s people were drafted into their service. Lucilia herself was a scientist specializing in minimization technology: essentially, she tried to figure out how to make things smaller while working just as well. At first it was just mechnical things: making compact versions of the 10mm pistols, pipboys, radios, etc. As she grew older and more skilled in her field, Lucilia was able to put her practices into other fields, most obviously in weaponry. She was transferred over to the Citadel where she, along with other vault scientists, began to work on energy weapons to improve their performance and efficiency.

But things weren’t easy for Lucilia. Growing up, she never had a particular dislike for the Brotherhood of Steel. Most were arrogant, true, but so were vault dwellers, wastelanders, and raiders. The Brotherhood simply had the weapons to backup their claims, not that it made their attitude anymore acceptable. It was while she worked for the Brotherhood at the Citadel that she grew to hate the Brotherhood. They often disrespected her, dismissing knowledge and ability as inferior to the Brotherhood’s, and thinking her more as a scribe rather than a scientist. They often belittled her and forced her to work on petty problems, such as weapon malfunctions or power armor damage, despite neither of those things being anything related to her actual purpose there. It was worse when they were drunk. All too often Lucilia had to flee from a Brotherhood “Knight” who wanted to force themselves onto Lucilia. For years she suffered their bigotry and torment until finally, Lucilia reached a breakthrough.

They were doing research on the Microfusion Breeder, a power cell capable of creating it’s own fusion energy, which could be converted into power for weapons such as laser rifles. However the only weapons the Microfusion were calibrated for, the Recharger Rifle and Pistol, were deemed inferior in performance compared to the standard laser rifles and pistols. It was Lucilia and her compatriots jobs to figure out a way to make the Microfusion Breeder work with other weapons that utilize Microfusion Cells. But what Lucilia was researching was different. She was working on how to improve the Microfusion Breeder. And she did, stripping down various energy weapons to create a compact pistol that utilize the Microfusion Breeder that was just as powerful as a standard recharger pistol, if not stronger. With this weapon, Lucilia was able to hide until the chance to escape revealed itself. And when it did, she not only cut ties, but even managed to loot a suit of power armor from a fallen Knight, taking it to freedom.

Soon however, the Fusion Core in the Power Armor died. This was strange to Lucilia, as the battery was nearly full when she had stolen it. However she couldn’t deny that the core was, for all intents and purposes, dead, and with it so was the power armor. So Lucilia Salvaged what she could from the power armor, utilizing its parts to improve her Pipboy into the Pneumatic Pipboy 3000, which she christened ‘Vault Breaker”. Alone with nothing but a dead suit of power armor, in the middle of the wasteland, with little to no tools, Lucilia created her masterpiece.

However, the death of the Fusion Core was not something that Lucilia could have left alone. She has no idea how or why the Fusion Core had died, and whatever the reason could be, it could lead to other discoveries. Still a woman of science and progress, Lucilia decided to set off and get to the bottom of this mystery, to find the cause as, if possible, the solution.

Name:
Bruce Clark

Allegiance:
Railroaders and goodneighbor

Race:
Human

Appearance:
As a railroader

(atom cat/ greaser Jacket and jeans)

As the silver shroud

He wears welders goggles to cover his eyes and the scarf around his mouth to hide his gasmask.
Sex:
Male
Age:
28

Inventory:
Silver shroud armor
(armored for 87/87),
silver shroud hat
(armored for 110 like trilby hat)
Welders goggled-gasmask
(replaced standard goggle lenses with welders goggles, best of both worlds)
10mm Deliverer:
(Powerful receiver, extended barrel, sharpshooters grip, large magazine, glow sights, suppressor)
.45 Spray-n-pray:
(Hardened piercing receiver, Short light barrel, Recoil compensated stock, large quick-eject, reflex sight, Suppressor)
.308 Hunting rifle:
(Calibrated powerful reciever, Long ported barrel, Markman stock, Large magazine, Long scope, No muzzle)
Grenades:
(Baseball grenade, Fragmentation Grenade, Molotov Cocktail)
Inventing a nuka-cola bottle dynamite, mostly packing a nuka-cola bottle full of spent shell casings and gunpowder before lighting and tossing.
Mines:
(Fragmentation mine, Bottlecap mine)
Inventing a pipe-pistol-bomb: Cock the gun to prime the mine and set down. When somene picks up the gun or kicks it away, it explodes.

Backstory:
Bruce Clark Was an unlucky kid, he was born into the wrong era. In a place where survival is the daily chore, being a 90 pound weakling simply isn't an option. So he has to be smarter than stronger.

The son of a caravan trader, their usual triangular route being between Diamond city to goodneighbor then bunker hill before heading back to diamond city, Bruce spent most of the time riding on top of the family Brahma and watching out for bandits. He would catch and throw baseballs with his dad to at least develop his hand-eye coordination if not his physical might with he bat itself. During the down time, he would take the time to clean up whatever they were trading to increase the value. This is where he started to shine as brightly as their junk.

He went from simply cleaning things, to discovering how they worked. As long as he did not break it, he was allowed to fiddle and experiment with the junk they would find. Since this is the wasteland, guns were a constant fact of life so learning how to keep the weapons clean was an utter necessity. As it is, when they would come across a modified gun, he'd learn how everything would interconnect and strip interesting guns back to basic models for selling while keeping the interesting parts to make their guns better to protect them.

Fortune favored them one day when they came upon the remains of a struggle between raiders and some gunners. More than the guns or armor, a stockpile of explosives was the biggest win in Bruce's mind as he always saw their effectiveness but never their construction. It took some figuring out, but now he knew how to make rudimentary protection for their camps with a perimeter of lunchboxes.

Sadly, a life of a caravan worker is not only fraught with danger, but its a really boring origin story. So
when the raiders sniper round pierced his dads skull, he was shocked to see the circuits flying out the back. For the last eight years, as far back as his 5th birthday, he'd been raised by a synth!

He grabbed what he could and ran, leaving his dead dad in the street for the raiders to pillage. When he got to bunker hill to explain what happened, he got pulled to the side and made to explain again to someone who knew his dad. They offered him a place to stay and earn his keep. They welcomed him to the railroad.

For the next three years he learned the crafts, getting an education to develop what he was already familiar with. He was taught how to scrap junk into its components more effectively, he learned how to not just reverse engineer the modification from guns, but to innovate his own. He even learned how to build a better bomb. Life was not all work however, as he found a hobby in not just collecting half destroyed comic books, but splicing them together to make whole comics from four or five of the same issue. Reading the comics inspired him as much as they took him away from the wasteland for a few minutes a day. He became a huge fan of 'the silver shroud' out of all the unstoppable's and would listen to the silver shroud station anytime he was near goodneighbor.

Finally fate would look to him as he made his usual delivery of Kill or be killed when he was asked to take something over to the memory den, it was there that he finally met Kent Conolloy. The two got talking and even though bruce was nowhere nearly as old as Kent, their shared interest got them along quite well. After another set of visits, Kent opened up to Bruce enough to ask him to travel to the old Hubris Comics where their hero was made. Perhaps there was some vintage memorabilia in a safe like a full set of original print comics!

It was right about then that Bruce felt like an actual hero, defeating his first supervillain. That feeling got dashed with the arrival of the zeppelin with the brotherhood of steel. Dashed but undaunted, Bruce got on the radio and declared that “The Silver Shroud protects all innocents, including Synths seeking freedom with the railroad.”

That may not have been the wisest of decisions as the next events unfolded with the institute.
*****
*perception, inteligence, agility.
*Gun nut, demolitionist, scrapper